Bulls Head to Nay Aug

Once or twice a week, I’d drive to Scranton, Pennsylvania and walk the streets, making portraits of people in neighborhoods like Bulls Head or in Nay Aug Park. They’d ask: what are you going to do with the pictures? I’d tell them about my project, how I hoped to tell a story about the city. I had acquired a letter of introduction from the mayor, but never needed to show it, except once to a police officer who said he’d had a report of someone photographing kids as they left school. He knew it wasn’t me though, since I didn’t fit the description at all.